An oil on canvas.

This painting has been with me almost since my birth. It bears a date, 1933 united year after I was born, and it hung in my childhood hearth as our family's most conspicuous gesturing toward the visual arts--our unique purchased, painted canvas. I look to remember that my mother paid thirty-five dollars for it, yet where she bought it and by what mode she found the money for it at that cheap point of our family fortunes (my father had no piece of work and was scrambling to acquire a schoolteacher's credentials, my grandfather had squandered most of his investments in the Crash) are

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